{my 1,400th post} Poem - g [c] l a s s e s

classes, glasses, lessons and life the torture of school, it's strain and it's gripe even in a room where it's okay to rhyme i can't help but feel out of place all the time

everyone here is either dark or light,
despite who i am, in the middle of the two
who knows
i think it's odd?
that's how i feel, and now you know

classes, glasses, lessons and life the torture of school, it's strain and it's gripe even in a room where it's okay to rhyme i can't help but feel out of place all the time  

i'm late
a year late
everything is late
i hate to be late,
now i'm late forever.
i try to do my best,
but i can't turn back time

classes, glasses, lessons and life the torture of school, it's strain and it's gripe even in a room where it's okay to rhyme i can't help but feel out of place all the time  

my confidence is gone
is there intellect at all?
why not, in the opinion of all who watched me fall
its like i'm empty in there,
like an acorn, but with hair
minus the acorn,
added a body

classes, glasses, lessons and life the torture of school, it's strain and it's gripe even in a room where it's okay to rhyme i can't help but feel out of place all the time  

i just want to paint
to write;
to draw;
to sing;
to live in a world
that runs on hearts instead of brains
if this place isn't real,
then it will be one day
and if i have to do it myself,
i will
and do it my way

  classes, glasses, lessons and life the torture of school, it's strain and it's gripe even in a room where it's okay to rhyme i can't help but feel out of place all the time  

not everyone is like me
and really, that's fine
like many others, i don't like me most of the time
i wish i could pass school,
that people thought i was "cool"
but i'm too old for these juvenile dreams

the time is up, it's time to go
it's time to grow
i'm 20 years old, old enough to know

  classes, glasses, lessons and life the torture of school, it's strain and it's gripe even in a room where it's okay to rhyme i can't help but feel out of place all the time   and that's fine.        

Poem - Dear, Charlie

send me golden dollars

     to hold in my hands

          so i can feel the embossing of her face.

 

give me your hand

     and put it in mine

          because i'm too young to cross alone in your eyes.

let me read old comics

     in your daughters old room

          so i can feel the past through your thoughts.

 

come to my wedding

     and sit there, front row and center

          whether or not you're alive.

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Poem - Coconut Soda (Christmas in Bed)

Coconut soda, absent for years a gift that nearly brought me to tears i want to say, "if only she knew" but this is mi hermana, an out-of-the-norm, too   it couldn't be more thoughtful, so unexpected, so dear although reluctant, i still held her near   i couldn't tell what it was, at a glance, maybe booze, but at only 15, that possibility was shrew   i thought it was cream soda, maybe the beer of root, but the only root here, was my heart.   ah,  n  o  s  t  a  l  g  i  a   my childhood love my all-time favorite soda, from an unexpected one.   we may not always get along, but you know, times like these remind me that we're still family and tells me there's still a love   we say we hate each other, but its a lie. and it's obvious, too still no one in my life is as thoughtful as you   it was special, it was sweet, it was important and meaningful to me and i hope you realize my excitement, because my happiness is hard to find and you found it in glass, with carbon inside.   i don't remember Puerto Rico, but i feel as if i do, i can love it, treasure it, taste it and i wish i always could   it may seem minuscule, but the littlest of things.... they're always best.   one single bottle, green, shining glass tastes like The Island, and good times, alas   I'll thank you forever and I'll never forget coconut soda on Christmas, in bed.

Acrostic - Mooki

My baby, my sleep Of peace Of sweet Kisses, for me? I remember the beginning
My pain, my heart Of breaks Of parts Kisses, for me? I remember the beginning
My love, my soul Of beauty Of whole Kneeling, for me? I remember the beginning

Outfit of the day (ft. red boots!)

 

shirt: Rude undershirt: Fallas Paredes Jeans: wetseal [graffiti by Nick] legwarmers: generic boots: off-brand